Poem 1
Title: (Chain poem)
Summer
I look forward to summer all year
Then I complain about the heat
The sun sits high in the sky
Blazing down on me
Burning my skin And bleaching my hair, So I wait for it to pass. A cool breeze will help to dry the beads upon my brow. And i will drench my face, until sweat and wet intermingle.
Entering mingle induces sweat,
moustache made visible;
receding is about hair, and
conceding heated complaints
will chill.
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Title: (Chain poem)
Summer
I look forward to summer all year
Then I complain about the heat
The sun sits high in the sky
Blazing down on me
Burning my skin
And bleaching my hair,
So I wait for it to pass.
A cool breeze will help
to dry the beads upon my brow.
And i will drench my face,
until sweat and wet intermingle.
Entering mingle induces sweat,
moustache made visible;
receding is about hair, and
conceding heated complaints
will chill.
Resources (if any):
To return to Mrs. Rollans' wiki page, click "Mrs. Rollans' Class" at the top of the page. To return to the Class 1 wiki click here: Class 1.